A girl is sitting in front of a house and holding a doll on her lap. There are flowers
                        and vines around her. There is an open
                        window to her right. There is a peacock with its feathers fanned out in the background.
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                     The Fairy Prince.

Some roses tangled in the grass—1
                        
                        Some sunken stones—Oh ! is it2
                        
                        The sweet old place, the dear old place,3
                        
                        That once I used to visit ?4
                        
                        The farm-house with its porch and wall5
                        
                        And roof with woodbine covered,6
                        
                        The bench of hives, their tenant bees,7
                        
                        The flowers round which they hovered,8
                        
                        Sweet peas, sweet balm, sweet clover—9
                        
                        Why, but to name them over,10
                        
                        A fragrance fills the air,11
                        
                        As from some garden flitting,12
                        
                        And I again seem sitting,13
                        
                        A child with yellow hair,14
                        
                        Within the open doorway, all eagerness to see15
                        
                        If that proud prince, the Peacock, would spread his train for me.16
                        That fairy prince, the Peacock !17
                        
                        Oh !  never monarch knew18
                        
                        Such matchless gold and purple,19
                        
                        Such wondrous green and blue !20
                        
                        All shining as with jewels, rare colours blent in one,21
                        
                        Like some enchanter’s vision he glistened in the sun.22
                        
And ivory towers and silver walls23
                        
                        In beauty rose before me ;24
                        
                        No more the shelt’ring woodbine leaves,25
                        
                        But waving palms were o’er me.26
                        
                        I saw (my splendour-loving heart27
                        
                        Held dear that Bible story)28
                        
                        The Peacocks of King Solomon29
                        
                        In all their Eastern glory ;30
                        
                        In palace courtways builded31
                        
                        Of cedar carved and gilded,32
                        
                        With psalteries sounding loud,33
                        
                        And grinning apes attendant,34
                        
                        ’Mid splendour most resplendent,35
                        
                        And proudest of the proud,36
                        
                        
                        They walked, the ancient kinsfolk in realms be-
yond the sea37
                        
                        yond the sea37
Of that same prince the Peacock who spread his  
train for me !38
                        train for me !38
But like a vanished rainbow,39
                        
                        That royal bird to-day !40
                        
                        On wings of fire the farmhouse,41
                        
                        Long since, has flown away !42
                        
                        And I, a grave-faced woman, still linger as I  
pass,43
                        
                        pass,43
To pluck remembered roses from out the tangled  
grass.44
                        grass.44
Three peacocks standing in a room. One peacock has its feathers fanned out. In the
                        background, there is a man standing in an
                        archway and another man turned towards him. The room features ornately decorated arches
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